Bloody Bank Heist by Tim Miller Page A

toughest sociopaths had their breaking point and she had found his. She finally had him crying and begging for mercy, but there would be none.
         Over the past year since her ordeal, she had taken some anatomy and pre-med courses online just for this occasion. She had him flat on the table with his chest cut open. Luckily she’d brought her own equipment since his tools were more archaic.
         “How did you find me?” he cried.
         “I remember you saying you always looked for undocumented prostitutes. I knew that wouldn’t change. I looked up places where bodies were found. Wasn’t too hard to track you here. From there it was just a matter of showing your photo to some people before I found this place. I watched it for a while until I was sure it was you.”
         “I should have killed you when I had the chance,” he said.
         “Yes you should have. But you didn’t, so you’re fucked.”
         His skin was peeled away from his chest and abdomen, held into place by several clamps. His ribs and abdominal organs were all exposed. She could see his heart beating just beneath his ribcage.
         “What are you going to do to me?” he asked.
         She put down her scalpel and glared at him.
         “Seriously? You’re gonna ask me that? Like you don’t fucking know what I’m going to do to you?”
         “I have some idea I guess.”
         “Let’s put it this way. The pain you’ve felt so far will feel like blowing a load compared to what I’m about to do.”
         “I was afraid of that,” he said.
         She reached into her bag and took out an ice pick and poked it through his stomach. He let out a scream and grunt as his bowels let loose, unleashing a horrific smell throughout the room.
         “My God!” she said putting her forearm over her nose. “You just fucking shit yourself? God you’re a sick fuck. I seem to remember you mocking my brother for doing the same thing.”
         “I’m sorry,” he said. “I couldn’t help it. That hurt so bad. It just let loose.”
         She poked another hole into his stomach, bringing more screams from him. Digging through her bag, she found the large hook. She hooked it around his intestines and pulled them out of his abdominal cavity as he continued screaming. Instead of pulling it all the way out, she used a set of tongs and held it over his face.
         “Open wide!” she said.
         He pinched his mouth shut as she rubbed the blood y organ over his lips. She cut a piece off the end about an inch long. As he screamed, she stuffed it into his mouth and forced his mouth shut. He struggled against her, but she was stronger. She could feel him gagging, but she wouldn’t let him open his mouth. Finally he was forced to chew and swallow the piece.
         “There you go. Wasn’t that tasty?” she said as she let go. He coughed and gagged.
         “You fucking bitch!” he yelled.
         “What? Don’t like how you taste?”  She said as she draped the intestine over his shoulder. He screamed again as she reached into his abdomen again, fishing around as he screamed and grunted. She felt around until she plucked one of his kidneys, using the scalpel to cut it free.
         “Ow! Fuck! Motherfucker!” he screamed.
         “Oh shut up Duncan,” Jenny scolded. “Don’t be a pussy.”
         “You’re a cunt!” he yelled.
         “Seems so strange you’re so upset with me for doing to you what you had done to tons of others.”
         “That was different. That was a bonding experience. They were purged of their impurity through pain. We became one though my digestion of their essence.”
        “Oh that is such bullshit. You like to fucking kill and torture. I could tell how much fun you were having ,” she said as she poked at his stomach again.
         Over the next several hours, she poked, prodded or removed several more of his